Jacey Johnson

Published: December 27th, 2014

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The Cold Noose

The sullen moment I was put to death,
I shuddered as I watched my world unfold.
Just the sight of the noose stole my thin breath,
As my body stiffened amid the cold.
The war drum beat loud in my frozen ears,
It did no good to calm my fearful heart.
I tried to tune out the horrible jeers,
But nothing could keep me from my depart.
Then quickly, the noose with harsh, bitter force,
was hastily tightened around my throat.
My blood deviated from its main course,
While I thought of the man in the trench coat.
I felt the ominous world dissipate,
My tired soul began to levitate.